Thanks Jock!
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Sashimi
Even a bad day at the office turns out OK when it ends this way (not that we ever have those here!).
Our AWG Test Pilot program bore unexpected fruit yesterday when alpha fish-catcher Jock Danforth popped in around 5:00 with a pile of tuna that less than 18 hours earlier had been swimming around minding it's own business out on Stellwagen Bank. First time we'd seen him not wearing his Microburst in awhile, but we were willing to let it slide in return for a couple of pounds of sushi grade.

Thanks Jock!
Thanks Jock!
Friday, October 12, 2007
Proper Yachting

Against a backdrop of the World Financial Center skyscrapers, the boats tied up to the dock in North Cove look relatively small. There's Black Watch, a beautiful 68' Sparkman & Stephens yawl built in 1938, the two replica New York sandbaggers, Bull & Bear, the replica Baltimore Clipper Pride of Baltimore, and of course, the two W-Class yachts, White Wings and Wild Horses. This somewhat random collection of boats and sailors are here for the first annual New York Classic Week regatta, organized by Mike Fortenbaugh and his team at the Manhattan Yacht Club.


People who've sailed in or watched classic yacht events in the US know that that the two W-Class yachts generally travel as a matched set. Designed by Joel White and built in Maine in 1998, the boats were conceived as the "starter set" for what Mr. Tofias hopes to build into a one-design class. As such, they are the marketing platform for the W-Class, and Donald likes to add twists to spice up the inevitable match race between the two boats. For this event, Donald and Wayne George, owner of nautical store FL Woods in Marblehead and the Marblehead Greens apparel brand, came up with the concept of a match race between Marblehead and Newport with the stakes being nothing less than the title of "Sailing Capital of the World".
This battle for global supremacy, billed as Marblehead Greens ("Marblehead yachties sail because they can afford to") vs. Brenton Reds ("Newport yachties sail because they need the work"), would prove to be the centerpiece of the event. I got the nod as the skipper of the Marblehead team, so I recruited a ragtag collection of outstanding sailors from the Marblehead area and showed up on the dock at North Cove on Thursday morning.
Manhattan Yacht Club runs a fleet of J-24s out of North Cove, but the clubhouse is on a barge called the Honorable William Wallace that's permanently moored out by Ellis Island and accessible via launch. This is the platform from which the races are run, and Thursday found the fleet gathered there for the first race, titled the "Introduction to the Harbor Race".
Quite an introduction it was, too. Government marks were

Race 1 went to the Marblehead Greens on White Wings, while Race 2, the Skyline Race, went to the Newport team on Wild Horses. Both races featured good boathandling, close action with lead changes, and some drama at the turning marks (a little too much drama for White Wings at the final leeward mark in Race 2 when the spinnaker wouldn't come down). So it was all even going into the deciding race, the Statue of Liberty Race.

Aboard White Wings, we thought the wind would shift to the right at some point. Unfortunately for us, that point came right at the starting gun and we'd elected to start to leeward and ahead of Wild Horses. They immediately lifted off our hip in a 25-degree righty with pressure, and we spent the next three legs just trying to keep it close enough so that we'd be in a position to attack if they made a mistake. Fortunately, Wild Horses opted to try to carry the spinnaker on a leg that was too tight, and with a spectacular gybe into a Mexican takedown, we were able to grab the inside and slip past into the lead.
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